There was a time when I could eat and drink anything: roast duck, steak, salted fish, coffee, mocha, sugar sugar and whipped cream a la carte. Those days are gone when little health issues begin to creep up here and there. Changing the way I eat requires discipline and intention, which I have neither, until disaster strikes.
And then a new world opens up. A world of simple pleasures, like a well toasted piece of whole wheat bread or a colorful salad of arugula and ripe tomatoes. Salt is added just enough to bring out a burst of flavors in food. Farmers market is my best friend. I marvel at the arrays of junk food on the shelves in the super markets, how we have stuffed ourselves, and the stuff that we have become because of them.
The body wants to be listened to. Most of us who did wild and crazy things in our youth have mellowed out. The time for reflection is autumn, before the cold, grey winter.
